Don't Quit in the Quiet Season
Text: Matthew 15:22,23 (NASB) - And a Canaanite woman from that region came out and began to cry out, saying, “Have mercy on me, Lord, Son of David; my daughter is severely demon-possessed.” But He did not answer her with even a word.
There was a season in my life when I started journaling. Summer of 2014, to be exact.
Honestly, I never considered journaling as something a person like me would do. After all, strong men like myself don’t keep diaries…or at least that’s what I thought.
But I had been invited to serve on an ad hoc committee for my denominational fellowship, and during one of our conversations, a man I deeply admired mentioned that he journaled regularly. He explained that journaling helped him organize his thoughts, process his emotions, and reflect on how God had been working in his life over time. One thing he especially appreciated was being able to look back months later and see how much progress had been made. That conversation stayed with me. So, from that moment on, I started journaling.
Recently, I came across an entry from more than ten years ago. One simple line caught my attention:
“God, are You listening to me? Why won’t You answer me? Do something!”
Reading those words felt like stepping back into that exact moment. You could hear the sorrow, frustration, and desperation pouring off the page.
What I did not fully understand then—but absolutely know now—is this: God heard every single word.
In just a few short months, the very situation I was lamenting began to turn around. Doors opened. Circumstances shifted. My life started moving in an entirely new direction. But the most important thing was this: I refused to give up in the silence. Perhaps one of the most difficult experiences in the life of faith is crying out to God and hearing nothing in return.
The Canaanite woman understood that feeling firsthand. She poured out her heart to Jesus on behalf of her daughter, and Scripture says, “He answered her not a word.” Imagine the confusion. Imagine the hurt. Imagine the questions racing through her mind.
Yet she refused to walk away.
She did not interpret His silence as rejection. She did not assume He no longer cared. Instead, she kept following, kept crying out, and kept believing that breakthrough was still possible. Her persistence reveals a level of faith many of us struggle to reach. Sometimes God’s silence is not evidence of His absence. Sometimes it is the place where faith is refined, stretched, and proven genuine. The silence did not weaken her faith—it purified it. She understood that her daughter’s freedom was worth enduring temporary discomfort, confusion, and delay.
It was all worth it when she finally heard Jesus say, "O woman, your faith is great; it shall be done for you as you desire.” And her daughter was healed at once. (Matthew 15:28)
So, don't quit in the quiet season. Keep praying. Keep believing. Keep seeking Him.
Sometimes the breakthrough is waiting on the other side of persistent faith.
There was a season in my life when I started journaling. Summer of 2014, to be exact.
Honestly, I never considered journaling as something a person like me would do. After all, strong men like myself don’t keep diaries…or at least that’s what I thought.
But I had been invited to serve on an ad hoc committee for my denominational fellowship, and during one of our conversations, a man I deeply admired mentioned that he journaled regularly. He explained that journaling helped him organize his thoughts, process his emotions, and reflect on how God had been working in his life over time. One thing he especially appreciated was being able to look back months later and see how much progress had been made. That conversation stayed with me. So, from that moment on, I started journaling.
Recently, I came across an entry from more than ten years ago. One simple line caught my attention:
“God, are You listening to me? Why won’t You answer me? Do something!”
Reading those words felt like stepping back into that exact moment. You could hear the sorrow, frustration, and desperation pouring off the page.
What I did not fully understand then—but absolutely know now—is this: God heard every single word.
In just a few short months, the very situation I was lamenting began to turn around. Doors opened. Circumstances shifted. My life started moving in an entirely new direction. But the most important thing was this: I refused to give up in the silence. Perhaps one of the most difficult experiences in the life of faith is crying out to God and hearing nothing in return.
The Canaanite woman understood that feeling firsthand. She poured out her heart to Jesus on behalf of her daughter, and Scripture says, “He answered her not a word.” Imagine the confusion. Imagine the hurt. Imagine the questions racing through her mind.
Yet she refused to walk away.
She did not interpret His silence as rejection. She did not assume He no longer cared. Instead, she kept following, kept crying out, and kept believing that breakthrough was still possible. Her persistence reveals a level of faith many of us struggle to reach. Sometimes God’s silence is not evidence of His absence. Sometimes it is the place where faith is refined, stretched, and proven genuine. The silence did not weaken her faith—it purified it. She understood that her daughter’s freedom was worth enduring temporary discomfort, confusion, and delay.
It was all worth it when she finally heard Jesus say, "O woman, your faith is great; it shall be done for you as you desire.” And her daughter was healed at once. (Matthew 15:28)
So, don't quit in the quiet season. Keep praying. Keep believing. Keep seeking Him.
Sometimes the breakthrough is waiting on the other side of persistent faith.
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